I asked the Munchkin what she got for Christmas.
“Too much.”
From the looks of pictures and the stories, she had a similar (but girlier) Christmas to ours. Filled with family and presents and laughter. It is, of course, what I wanted for her when choosing adoption. A family to love her for everything that she is.
I dealt with missing her better this year than in years past. I think that part of it was because we were so busy with family things on our end, traveling to and from my husband’s various family members’ houses. By the time we got home, put boys in bed and cleaned up the toysplosion, I was suddenly hit with the realization that I didn’t call her. I believe this is the first year that I didn’t call in the morning or afternoon. But I got to talk to her the next day. Still, that nagging guilt sits there. I’ll remember next Christmas Day.
I’m thinking, now, about three years ago when she and her family arrived to meet newborn BigBrother for the first time. It was a crazy New Years Eve and Day that year with newborn BigBrother and newborn JD and a Munchkin and four of us adults in our (then) two bedroom apartment. But we made it work somehow. And now I’m looking forward to the Munchkin finally meeting LittleBrother. So much so that I can’t even properly put words to it.
My Christmas has just reminded me how blessed we truly are. In so many ways.